I played with one in grade school. It followed me home and sat on my bed. I picked it up again in middle school and never again touched it after it started spinning in fast circles and flew and hit the wall.

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A lot to say about this subject but just cannot express to put into words, reflections of inexperience in the past.

I think the simplest way is do not touch one or use one. You would be going about this not the right way if you wanted to use this to connect to higher beings or beings that come forward in the name of Love. You would be working with the fear element.

Higher beings will not connect through a fear infused tool. They would prefer to go direct in open lines of communication where the energy is more higher focused and where intent is positive.

Simply put, if you wish to connect with spirit do so via the direct communication lines first by your own inner voice and intuition in the way that's natural wise for you.

DO NOT go through a board or anything that makes you feel uneasy. If it feels uneasy at the time - STOP- and trust your instincts.

Protection and shielding and grounding is always wise for your peace of mind as much as ours. It will be like inviting strange energy into your home and space and often be the most harmful to you, if you are a sensitive soul. Clearing old vibrations from the space is also important.

If in doubt at any time you feel uneasy, good prayers often will help to help set your mind at peace.

I tried it once and nothing happened.. Idk if i did something wrong or what but nothing happened. I started to feel silly so I made sure I said goodbye and I just put it away. I dont know if ill try it again, maybe but I really dont know if anything will happen.

I definitely agree. I had one when I was little. As an adult and obviously in hindsight, I'm not even sure why my mother would have purchased one to begin with let alone why a game maker would make such a game. Then again as far as my mother it was the 70's so who knows lol.
Anyway, my brother and I would try and play but we could never keep our serious face on long enough to make a connection. At least we thought and thinking back I'm not sure we closed the board out properly either. Because after all it was a game... and it didn't work. Well after a couple of attempts similar to the first, that's when things began. The first paranormal experience of my recollection. My brother awoke one morning completely shaken. He said he was listening to an album on his stereo. It was the first song of the album. Anyone familiar with stereos knows that the needle does not automatically release until after the last song of the album has completed, then the needle lifts and sets itself back on the needle holder. Anyway - he says that a dark figure with a somewhat glowing body outline, opened his door came into his room, removed the needle from the album and stood there watching him. He said he froze out of fear until it disappeared. And that was the beginning... From there, you constantly had that eerie feeling of being watched. Like you were never really alone. Things started disappearing and returning being moved from one spot to another. Drinking glasses would slide across the table. Blinds would pop open. My brother once threw a crumpled paper into an empty ashtray and it combusted into flames. Initially it seemed to be toying with us. But the feeling of foreboding intensified over time as this things intentions felt like they were changing.
We told my mother of our experiences but she said she never believed us. Come to find out later in life - she sent us to our aunt's house to spend the night and had a priest come bless the house.
She had two religious statues that sat on her dresser that actually had cried real tears. The last I remember is telling my friends at school about the stuff happening at my house. Of course they didn't believe me and I of course was like "oh yeah" come to my house. lol
Quite frankly, I was 7 my brother was 14 and supposed to be my babysitter, though he was often not home when I got there, so I didn't like to go home alone anyway.
Needless to say, once we got there they wanted to play the Ouija board and even though weird stuff was happening in the house I being little never made the connection. After all _ I didn't have the experience of the board working. I also didn't want them to leave me either. So we did. We were just asking stupid questions about boys and girls in our school and tests and such and the planchet began moving. But it didn't answer any of our questions. It went to 666, and spelled out die over and over then went to goodbye. So we removed our fingers from the planchet and had a brief argument about who was pushing it to scare us. Then the planchet with no fingers upon it began to spin really, really, fast and flung itself from the board and hit the wall across the room. We got up from the floor and booked out of the house to the porch, which really didn't help us considering we were on the 2nd floor.
Thankfully my brother came home and we came inside all shaken up feeling better someone older than us was home. When he asked what happened, he got very angry when I told him, to the point he slapped me and said "I told you don't play with that anymore! I don't really remember him telling me not to or maybe I wouldn't have.
Needless to say, between his reaction that day and my mothers house blessing I can only gather something more must have occurred. We took the game together that day outside to the trash and threw it away.
About a week later we went outside to the porch where we kept our games and found the Ouija board sitting there. We asked our mother why she would bring it back into the house, that we threw it out because we didn't like it and didn't want it. She said she didn't. So my brother broke the board in half and threw it away again outside. Thankfully it stayed gone and we moved not long after.
It was around this same time that I first played the Ouija that I started having premonition dreams could just be a coincidence. But it seems I have been a magnet for paranormal activity ever since, with some particularly nasty ones at times.